"Hizashi?"
"Hmm?"
"I have an idea." Green eyes lifted from the kindle held in hands had Shouta's heart jumping in his throat. His stomach fluttering with the flash of excitement when he lazily twirled a lock of his husband's hair around his fingers as eyes glowed up at him curiously. The quiet tap of ice hitting the window was deafening in the living room. Eri's giggles and squeals as she played in the basement warmed his heart when Hizashi pressed the Kindle down against his chest.
"An idea, you say? Is it such a good idea it's turning you pink, baby?" He hated the heat pooling into his cheeks slowly but surely, turning them pink no doubt as his husband observed. Fingers came up to skim over his cheekbone when his husband smiled up at him. There was a mischievous look to his husband's smile when fingers trailed over his cheek. "I'm sure whatever idea you have cooking up in that fucking head of yours that you've got a damn good idea if it's making you blush like that!"
Trying to keep the pout of his lips was hard. He felt his lip jut out slightly despite his best intentions not to pout but it merely had his husband's smile widening. Fingers skimmed gently over his cheek when he reached upwards to catch those fingers which he then fidgeted with. Playing gently with them before they touched his cheek again as he slid his hand down to grab his wrist gently. "You really know how to derail someone's train of thought, don't you, love?"
"Am I distracting? So much so that you can't tell me your idea that's making you blush so prettily?" He pursed his lips, but the grin curled over his lips before he could stop himself when Hizashi then giggled up at him with fingers trailing over his jaw while he grinned down at his husband. It was better than pouting. Pouting would only give his husband more of a reason to tease him. It had him shifting slightly with the blonde wiggling with him. "Tell me? I wanna hear this idea of yours!"
Raising his brows at his husband, he tugged on the lock that he had wrapped around his fingers. Tugging sharply which had the blonde raising his blonde brows at him with a sparkle to green eyes that only seemed to grow. It had his cheeks aching from the force of his grin when he used the lock in his hair to brush the end of it over the bridge of his husband's nose. Over his cheek. "Well, I was looking over the list and there was one that kind of got my attention. It's, um, claustrophilia?"
"I saw that one! I think that was just another one I saw on this list online of kinks and fetishes! You wouldn't believe how many of those are floating around, baby! We've damn near done everything on the few I looked at!" His husband then giggled with eyes glowing up at him when he brushed the lock over his freckled cheek where spots of pink bloomed on them. He wanted to be snarky. To comment on that delicate pink color but he held his tongue when the blonde smiled. "What about it?"
"Do you know what claustrophilia is then?" When his husband shook his head, he hummed before clicking his tongue when fingers traced over his jaw back and forth, back and forth, in a caress that threatened to melt him through when he took a breath that trembled slightly. Unintentional. "Well, it's not so much a kink as a sexual fetish? It basically involves interest in being confined to small spaces that involve sexual arousal. So, like, small cramped spaces like suits or bathroom stalls or closets."
"So, just to name a few, would it be places like crawlspaces? Like really cramped spaces? Like a-a car trunk?" He nodded at his husband who beamed with delight then; as if he had made his day by agreeing with his suggestions. His spit-balled questions of areas involved in this type of choice. It had his heart throbbing against his chest when his husband's head tilted against his thigh. "So, what does this mean then? What do you want from it, baby? What's your idea?"
"Do you care if I'm blunt?" That sparkling glow to green eyes merely shone up at him when his husband nodded eagerly when he took a trembling breath. It was no big deal; he'd asked for weirder. His husband had asked for weirder. He licked his lips when he met that sparkling gaze of his husband's. The curiosity pinching at his face as the spots of color smothered themselves over his cheeks. Making him look warm. "I want you to fuck me in the trunk of our car."
Blonde lashes fluttered in a blink before they widened as eyebrows shot up on his forehead. His mouth dropping open slightly when Hizashi was jerking up out of his lap to turn on the cushion with his kindle being placed onto the table with a clatter. His husband leaning in with hands coming down on his thigh as that surprised expression pinched at his face when his husband caught his gaze. A wheezing breath leaving the blonde when fingers twisted into his pant leg. "You want me to what?"
"I want you to fuck me in the trunk of the car." He hated how hesitant he sounded the second time round, but it merely had green eyes widening as lashes fluttered slightly. His husband's mouth hanging open as glasses slipped down his nose slightly when he plucked at the invisible lint on his pants. Anything to keep from meeting that surprised look on his husband's face as heat rushed up to burn fiercely in his cheeks. "Is it really that weird to ask for that? I don't get why you're looking at me like that!"
"Because you're asking me to fuck you in the trunk of our car! Do you know how hard that's going to be? The precautions we gotta take to make sure we don't get locked in there?" His husband sounded incredulous while his face burned fiercely when the blonde's fingers touched his cheek. Tilting his face up towards him when he kept his gaze down. Peeking up once then looking back down as his fingers twisted together. "That's fucking amazing! You kinky little bastard, you want to fuck in the trunk?"
His cheeks throbbed lightly with the force of the blush burning there when he lifted his gaze up. Finding does not surprise but awe on his husband's face when he fought the urge to squirm under that gaze of his. It had his breath wavering slightly when Hizashi reached out to take his hand. Fingers fiddling with his before sliding between his when he cleared his throat slightly. "I can't tell if you find it entertaining or if you're really shocked. If you're making fun of me or something for wanting to try this."
"No, not at all! Not at all, baby! I think it's honestly interesting more than anything! Have you thought through how we'd do it? How would this work in such a cramped space?" His husband's hand tightened on his when heat stung at the tips of his ears when his husband's knees touched his thigh. Close, close, close as that hand clutched fervently at his with his thumb moving along the back of his hand. "I'm sorry for my reaction, baby, I really am! But have you thought it out? Tell me what you're thinking?"
He couldn't help feeling strangely shy. Fussing with his pant leg, plucking at invisible lint, he found his lips pursing slightly when he peaked up at his husband through his hair. Eyes sparkled at him with excitement, interest, pinching at that pink face when Hizashi lifted his free hand up to caress his forearm. Hizashi had never judged him before. He certainly wasn't judging him now. And yet he felt shy when he licked his lips again. "You promise you won't make fun of me for this? That you'll listen?"
"I promise! Now tell me? Please? I want to hear all about it! I want to hear what you have cookin' in that fussy head of yours!
"Fine, fine. Just don't judge, alright? Promise?"
"I swear!"
"Are you okay, baby?" Glancing over at his husband in the driver's seat, Shouta tightened his grasp on the hand in his. Resting against his thigh, he slid his thumb against Hizashi's hand gently with a light tremor to his hands. He licked his lips when Hizashi squeezed at his hand tightly when they began to turn onto that old road. The very one he'd fucked Hizashi in the backseat on. The blonde squeezed his hand again with a low hum. "Are you alright, Sho? If you can't do this then we don't have too, baby. We can do something else."
Did he want to do something else? Did he want to do that when all he'd been imagining since reading the word was doing something like that? There was a rush to it; something he was more than sure his husband would understand if he was vocal about it. It had to be like what Hizashi felt before they fucked in the backseat. He shifted in his seat before lifting his gaze up to his husband when he took a deep breath. "I'm okay. This is going to be difficult but we're planning for that. I want to do it."
"Don't force yourself, baby." The blonde turned the blinker on as he pulled off as close the side of the road by the snow that he could get. His husband then used their conjoined hands to park them. He took a breath when he tightened his grasp on Hizashi when he then unbuckled himself with a click before turning to him. "I don't want you to force yourself, alright? I know you said that you want to do, and you mentioned it first. This is your choice but just know you can have your out if this is too much. If you're too nervous."
Tugging their conjoined hands towards him, he trailed his fingers over the back of Hizashi's hand when he licked his lips. He knew these words like the back of his hand. His husband was giving him an out without saying it in so many words. Wasn't saying it bluntly like he normally would when he tightened the grasp on the blonde's hand. Trailing his fingers idly over the back of his hand before looking up again. "I know. How about we start easy? You have the condom and lube, right?"
"Right! We'll take it slow, yeah? Let me know where you're at and we'll go from there, okay?" Their hands raised up then with Hizashi's hand brushing over his cheek to which he tilted his head towards it. Pressing his cheek to the back of that soft hand that was warm. Unbelievably warm but he knew they'd grow cold in the trunk with the plan they had ready for it. He slid his fingers down the blonde's coat sleeve to caress his forearm. "Let's get in the backseat, yeah? You wanna climb out while I crawl back?"
Nodding, Shouta then dropped their hands down to unbuckle his seatbelt. Sliding over his chest when his husband let go of his hand with fingers clutching at him when he twisted to grab the door handle with his free hand. Popping the door open a crack allowed that frigid air to swirl in. Snowflakes fluttered past in the flurry that was predicted that would come before the actual snow storm. They'd be long gone by then and on their way home. Pushing the door open wider, he slipped out with booted feet stepping on broken up ice.
Crunching deafeningly beneath them. Standing up, snowflakes fluttered around his face and the wind biting at his nose playfully as his hair waved on either side of his face. Shuddering at the cold air sliding down his coat to attack his back and his neck. Swallowing, he reached beneath his scarf to grab the zipper of his coat where he tugged it down quickly. The cold air attacked him mercilessly as he shrugged his shoulders. Getting his coat and scarf off before tossing them into his seat then shutting the door with a deafening slam.
The wind ripped at his hair, his body, with the cold snap biting at his nose, cheeks and neck when he took a cautious look back and forth. Holding still as he listened for any traffic coming their way. When he caught nothing, he shuffled over the broken up ice that crunched deafeningly beneath his boots as he tugged open the back door quickly. Then he paused at the sight before him with his lips twitching slightly. The car bouncing when he watched his husband struggling into the backseat over the middle console.
He couldn't stop himself from snickering when his husband's face was crushed into the cushion when his knee slipped forward awkwardly. He tried to work out the shake in his hands when he slipped into the backseat with his husband who tugged his legs from the front seat. A pout on his lips with glasses being fixed and hearing aids fussed with before he slammed the door shut behind him. The heat bursting from the heaters was nice when he took a trembling breath when his husband reached out them.
Fingers skimming over his cheeks before reaching up to tuck his hair from its place hanging in his face to behind his ears. He didn't get nervous easily. He swore he didn't but there were moments in his life where that nervousness would rear its ugly head up in his chest. There were moments where it threatened to paralyze him in his spot. It was an awful emotion he wanted to do without. Something the swore he had lost during their second challenge when they'd begun tapping into wilder options of theirs.
When he had gotten off not once but twice in public without batting so much as a lash at it. He had thought he had forsaken that gut wrenching anxiety. The nervousness that threatened to choke him up. Threatened to leave him weak in the knees. That nervousness ran bone deep. Old habits truly did die hard. He liked to believe that he had become as confident and bold as his husband; that he had not a thing to worry about. That when he'd been faced countless times for the chance of judgment there was none.
He'd been surprised when he was faced with none, but he knew his husband. He knew him well enough that the blonde would never judge him no matter what he chose to do. Just as he wouldn't judge his husband. There may be playful words used against one another and teasing after the moment had ended. But there was a familiarity to the sweet teasing that left them laughing. Left them breathless with the relief that no judgement had been passed. That they could be open with one another without worry.
Both riding on the euphoria of ticking off another choice. Of living out another fantasy held down. He had no clue why he ever feared his husband would judge him like that. For his interests sexually. It was laugh worthy now that he looked back upon it. Something that they joked about with one another with the blonde always giggling over how silly it was to have such a fear, but it was understood. It was a relief shared by both. And with that nervousness no longer needed, he hadn't felt it in quite some time.
He hadn't felt the need to be anxious or nervous when it came to bringing up new ideas to his husband. There was nothing stopping him from requesting something from his husband when he knew what reaction he'd get. The fact there was no fear of judgement was something that allowed him to approach his husband with the wildest idea in mind. It's what had sex all the better with his husband when he was open about what he wanted. There was nothing he wanted to do more than to indulge in something "spicy".
To twist up together without a second thought in his head. To know that from start to finish it would be hot regardless of if they did something spicy or something that was deemed normal from its repeated appearance. He was more than delighted to indulge in. This was no different. Taking another trembling breath, his husband scooched closer to him with his knees nudging against his when he shifted forward. Closing the gap between them when he reached out to put a hand on the blonde's slender thigh.
Leaning towards his husband as fingers skimmed down on either side of his face gently to his jaw where fingers traced along it. He was ready for this at the very least. Even if they could get a ticket or, worse, a fine against them if a police officer managed to find them. What would their defense be if Hizashi was fucking him with his fingers? If they were entangled together in the trunk with the blonde deep in him? It would be a nightmare. A situation he wouldn't want to be in after their romp in that store parking lot.
Back when the blonde had gotten his permit. When they'd been twisted up in the blonde's mothers' car. And yet he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement at the thought of being caught in a situation like that. He let out a trembling breath when a hand slid down to rest on his own thigh which slid up and down it comfortingly. Squeezing at him gently while the fingers of that other hand trailed down his cheek gently to his jaw. Skimming over it gently when he tipped his head forward with his lips parting.
Fingers trailed up to then press on his bottom lip lightly when those fingers slid along his parted lips gently with the hand on his thigh squeezing. He shifted forward close, close, close with his side pressed tightly to his husband's as he curled an arm around his shoulders with those green eyes locked onto him. Could they do this? Hizashi wouldn't lie about giving him an out. He wouldn't say it just to be upset or to revoke it somehow. He trusted Hizashi that much to know that his husband with that.
That he would never do something so cruel or callous to him. Would never trick him like that. Fingertips traced gently over his parted lips as he took a breath before he shifted forward. Moving to swing himself up carefully into the blonde's lap where the hand on his thigh slid up to grab at his sweater. Holding a fistful of it as he settled himself on the blonde's lap while doing his best to keep his head from hitting off of the roof of the car. It was the last thing he wanted to do. To accidentally hurt himself during this.
Taking a breath, he glanced down when Hizashi placed the lube and the shining gold packet of the condom on the seat beside them. An innocent sight that had his heart jumping in his throat wildly. Take this one step at a time. All he had to do was take this one step at a time and check in with his husband about how they felt. Where he was mentally and how he felt about going forward with his. That wasn't too much for his husband to ask from him and he was more than willing to give it to the blonde.
Resting his hands on his husband's shoulders, green eyes glowed warmly at him with that soft smile on his husband's lips. Fingers holding onto his sweater with eyes flicking over him like he was something to adore. Something to love. And it had his chest warming when he then twisted himself closer. Sliding his hips forward to securely place himself in Hizashi's lap. He lifted his hand up to skim his fingertips over a cheekbone when Hizashi hummed softly. He pinched the sides of his glasses to pull them off of his face.
Folding them up carefully, he then placed them onto the seat next to them with the condom and lube. He then lifted his hand up to cup that pink cheek. Flushed from the excursion of getting into the backseat no doubt. He was lovely. Blonde locks spilling over his shoulders to frame his face. The soft smatterings of freckles over his cheeks that were darkest over his nose. The stupid little mustache of his that he adored. Everything from the arch of his brow, the shape of his cheekbones and his jaw that made Hizashi himself.
It was something to adore. Something to gawk at for hours until he felt he got his fill of staring at this man. There'd never be enough time to admire how lovely this man was. How beautiful he was, inside and out, without speaking a word. He could stare at this man for hours and never get his fill. He slid his thumb over his husband's cheekbone gently with his fingers fanning back to twist into his hair. To touch his ear lightly. He then took a deep breath all while the blonde smiled softly at him with such patience.
Such warmth. Waiting for him to make his choice. Could he do this? He licked his lips before giving a small nod to his husband who let his smile widen briefly when he leaned in. The blonde moving with him. Meeting him in the middle, his pressed then slid his lips against those unbelievably soft ones. Warm. A sigh fanned out over his cheek when hands let go of the hem of his sweater. Arms instead wrapping around his waist to hold him impossibly close. It had him melting in the black-haired man's embrace.
Sliding his thumb over his cheekbone again, he moved his lips slowly with his husband's. Firmly. It had him shivering as those soft, warm lips moved against his. Admiring how, with just three slides, those lips were melting to shape and mold to his. Curving to fit properly with his as his own filled the gaps those thinner ones couldn't. Kissing. Melting. He couldn't completely relax given how aware he was of their place, but he could work with this. After all, Hizashi had given him the offer of backing out of this.
Sliding his arm around his shoulder, he cupped the back of his husband's head with hands sliding over his back. An idle up and down movement with fingers pressing down firmly to rub at his back. No doubt trying to work out the knots but there was no working them out. Not when he felt on edge. Aware of how this was far riskier than the last time they were out this way. That this time there could either be no one or someone but they wouldn't see it. There wouldn't be time to get clothing on before the trunk was flying open.
There was spatial awareness he had that was threatening to kill this before it could stop but he refused. Not yet. Sighing out himself, he moved his lips slowly against Hizashi's. The quiet whisper of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of the car save for the idle rumble of the engine. Keeping them warm rather than freezing in the back seat. He hummed quietly with his husband echoing the sound when he felt the blonde shifting. His hands slid along his back with firm circles being rolled into him.
He shuddered at that firm touch as he took a deep breath before letting it out on a rushing sigh. His husband echoed him with a sigh of his own as hands continued to move up and down his back with that firm rub down against him. Squirming slightly, their chests pressed together lightly with his heart thudding against his chest. Not fast. No, but rather hard hits that knocked the air out of his lungs. Had his legs shaking. His hands trembling. He was excited. He was nervous. He didn't know how he felt about doing this.
Fuck, he didn't know which emotion was more prevalent in the moment, but he was trying to relax himself. Trying to ease him into this. Sliding his lips against Hizashi's, he curled into his arms the way he would if they were at home. It was warm like it was at home. He moved his lips against his husband's as he tried to lose himself in the familiar sandalwood of his cologne. A scent that always blended beautifully with the citrus of his shampoo and body was. God, it was an intoxicating scent to drag down into his lungs.
He moved his lips slowly against Hizashi who moved with him; the quiet whisper of their lips was deafening in the quiet. Deafening over the quiet rumble of the car. Of the heat blowing through the vents. He was glad that he took his coat off when he'd been getting warm anyhow. He just knew from experience it would have been insufferable back here. He twisted strands of blonde locks around his fingers before cupping the back of his head again. His husband's head tilted back to pin his hand to the headrest behind him.
Tipping his face up to him had him arching up a bit higher but God if he didn't care. He slid his lips with Hizashi's with that quiet whisper spurring him onwards as he slid his thumb along that cheekbone; his cheek hot under his hand. Was he flushed already? He wouldn't doubt it. His own cheeks were tingling with the rushing blood burning there. Moving his lips against his husband's soft, warm ones he couldn't stop himself from humming out quietly again. God, he could kiss this man for hours and it'd never be enough.
He'd never get his fill. There would always be a chance, always be a way, that he would take to make sure he had those lips on his again. Anything to revel in the touch of those warm lips on his. So unbearably soft he'd dare say they could be silky if that wasn't impossible. If it didn't sound impossible. Hands slid along his hand with fingers plucking playfully at his sweater as he moved his lips against Hizashi's. Twisting in his arms with a sigh fanning over his cheek from the blonde. Clutching at the locks he had around his fingers.
Sliding his hand down from his husband's hot cheek to cup the side of his neck then to his shoulder where he twisted his fingers into the soft fabric. An arm shifted from around his waist to come up. A hand cupping the side of his neck with his thumb sliding along his jaw. Circles. It was to soothe him, he knew that, but God if it didn't send tingles racing down his back at the gentle back and forth of that thumb on his jaw. He squirmed when those tingles pooled into his stomach when he plucked at his husband's sweater.
It was warm back here. So hot he could feel his forehead pricking slightly with sweat. It wasn't hot enough to get him to pull away, but it was warm. Twisting his fingers into his husband's sweater, that thumb continued moving idly along his jawline. A back and forth that had him melting. He'd become putty in this man's hands soon enough if he continued on this way with comforting him. He slid his hand along his husband's shoulder before squeezing at it much like his hand pinned beneath the blonde's head.
He got a quiet hum from his husband who slid his hand along his lower back in time with his moving thumb. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Circles were rolled into his jaw and lower back in unison. It had him shuddering as he slid his hand along his husband's shoulder before squeezing at him. He knew this was an odd request. He knew it was tricky. But they had tried to plan this accordingly as they could; they would keep it simple. A simple plan to figure this out and make it simple as possible.
They would get him ready in the back seat and if he decided he didn't want to go through with it? If he couldn't force himself in such a cramped space? Well, then they could go home. They could fuck in the backseat. Wherever they wanted to have sex, they could have it. And Hizashi had been too damn accommodating when he'd been talking through their plans a few hours ago. He'd seemed excited about it when they'd been going over safety precautions. On how they'd do this in such a cramped space.
He'd dare say the blonde was more eager than himself when he'd all but ripped them off the couch with the declaration that they should try this. That he wanted to breathe life into this fantasy of his. And he truly didn't know how to react to the blonde's sudden proclamation other than to go along with it. He wanted this but God knows he was nervous about it. How can he not? There was so much at risk with a choice like this. Just like their past choices, this one came with a price just like the others.
He was choosing a private thing that should be kept at home to be done in the public space. On the side of the road of all places. In the trunk of their car. It had his heart jumping at the thought of climbing into the trunk. to have sex in a cramped space with his husband. He slid his lips slowly, firmly, against those soft ones giddily. He twisted his fingers into the blonde's sweater which he held to his palm with his hand resting on his shoulder. Clutching at those silky soft blonde locks with a tight grasp.
Then he began to inch up the slow speed of their moving lips. The whispers of their lips moving together deafening. Breaths fanning onto cheeks were louder than the soft rumble of the car engine. He felt absolutely giddy when the blonde's lips began to move along with the new speed, he set for the both of them. The light, intermittent smack of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of their car. Clutching at the sweater he had bunched to his palm. He wanted nothing more than to melt into this man.
To do as he would at home yet there was a knot in his back that refused to let him relax fully. To let him forget about where he was. What he was doing at the moment. However, that hand on his lower back rubbed at him in unison with that thumb sliding along his jaw. His hand so nice on the side of his neck as he let out a shuddering breath through his nose. He twisted close to the blonde who held him close, close, close. It had his stomach fluttering wildly to be held so tightly by Hizashi like this.
When he was held close like he was something worth desiring. Like he might disappear at any moment despite his husband's arms being tightly wrapped around him. It had his pounding heart skipping in speed. Sprinting against his chest with those hard hits leaving him feeling sick. To leave his breaths trembling ever so slightly as he moved his lips against Hizashi's. Loving how those lips moved along with that new speed that spoke of that spark of eagerness. Spoke of the smolder from that desire.
It had him shuddering when he pressed himself down firmly into his husband's lap. He wasn't hard yet but in a matter of time he'd be hardening beneath him. He shuddered at the thought when he released his fistful of sweater to slide his hand down. Resting it on his husband's chest where his heart pounded viciously against his chest. Was Hizashi nervous? Was he excited? He wanted to ask but that meant taking his lips away from Hizashi's and putting an end to their kisses. He didn't want to do that.
Not yet.
He pressed his lips firmly to the blonde's with that light smack ringing out to fill the quiet around them when he scratched at his husband's head. A gentle curling of his fingers as he curled into Hizashi's hold with his lips sliding quickly against his with a budding desire. An undercurrent into the kiss that he returned without a second thought when he fanned his hand out slightly over the blondes chest. Right over where that heart throbbed beneath his palm with it's hard beats. Fast. Sprinting wildly beneath it.
Then he slid his hand slightly with his thumb flicking out blindly until he made out the ball of his husband's piercing through the material of his sweater. And he swirled his thumb in until he was sure he was pressing over his nipple. And, absent-mindedly, he began to rub his thumb over his husband's nipple. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until he felt it beginning to perk up beneath his thumb slightly. Pushing at the fabric just enough to encourage him onwards with his playful toying.
When his husband's back arched slightly to push his chest forward. Encouraging him silently to continue on when he then got that spark. That delightful idea as he began to wiggle his hand beneath his husband's head with fingers working out of his hair gently as he could. And once his hand was free, he dropped it to the right side of his husband's chest. There he began to flick his thumb over Hizashi's nipple. Coaxing it to perk up like his left nipple was; keeping his thumbs moving in idle back and forth strokes over them.
Until he felt the right beginning to perk up rather quickly. It had his husband squirming when he then brought his fingers together to pinch at his nipples through the fabric of his sweater. It got a low groan out of his husband as lips slid against his with that budding desire. Sliding quickly against his as the hand cupping the side of his neck dropped down to his waist. And Hizashi's other hand began to slid along his lower back to come forward to rest on his waist. Joining the other one resting idly there.
Kneading at his waist encouragingly with his back arching forward with another low sound leaving the blonde when he pinched harder at his nipples. And then hands were sneaking beneath the hem of his sweater to touch his waist. It had him shivering at how chilly his husband's hands felt on his skin. But he didn't dare protest when they slid along his waist. The quiet whisper of those soft palms on his skin had him arching with a whine. He squirmed in unison with his husband when he tugged at those hardening nipples.
Hands curved backwards to his lower back. Sweeping up it coaxing him to arch forward further with his hands pinned between their chests with a huff leaving himself. And he pressed himself down firmly in his husband's lap with his thighs twitching before spreading themselves wider with a huff leaving his husband. Then, much to his delight, his husband's hips arched up to press tightly against him before beginning to grind idly against him. An oddly gentle grinding but one he could recognize anywhere.
He pinched sharply at the nipples that perked up against that sweater effortlessly. It had him whining again when he began to grind himself down idly with his husband. Moving with him when hands slid along his back with nails grazing lightly over his shoulder blades. Oh, now that had tingles pooling straight down to his stomach where he felt that ache twist into his lower stomach. It had him huffing out when he ground himself down in shallow, lazy circles. Shuddering when he felt Hizashi moving with him.
Moving together when nails dragged down his back lightly which sent tingles fanning under his skin. A burst of heat erupting under it had him squirming with his back arching as his fingers plucked at his husband's nipples through his sweater. Pinching sharply before tugging earned him a keening whimper from his husband with nails raking over his lower back. And ohhh, it had that heat bursting under his skin in another sizzling eruption over his skin. A blazing heat that had him squirming with a shallow gasp.
Trembling. A shudder raced down his back that kept it's arched position as hands then raced up his back with nails dragging over his skin. It had him whining as he continued to tug at his husband's hardened nipples. Pinching down hard, hard, hard until his husband squirmed beneath his hands. A keening whimper as he slid his lips against those soft ones. A desire bubbling like an undercurrent to the kiss that was all too familiar. Something that helped take his mind off of the nervousness he'd felt.
The anxieties that came with a risky situation like this but the road beside them was barren. It was hardly active during spring time and was utterly deserted so far from what he could tell. It was a small comfort that had him relaxing further as he moved his lips against Hizashi's. The blonde squirmed beneath his hands when he then began to twist. Ohhhh, he can only imagine how good it felt judging by the trembling moan that left his husband. The way his hips bucked up to thrust against him twice sharply.
It had the top of his head skimming the roof. It was dangerous but God it had that heat raking beneath his skin when he pressed his lips harder to Hizashi's. He twisted idly at his husband's nipples with the fabric no doubt doing its work to aid in that friction burn. Grinding himself down in his husband's lap, he couldn't help a moan of his own when nails raked down his back to the lower half. It had sparks racing under his skin as his dick twitched with interest. That ache wrapping itself in a vice grip around his lower half.
He slid his lips quickly against Hizashi's. Hard. The smack of the resulting press was deafening as he twisted at his nipples before tugging with the blonde groaning lowly in his throat. Hips working to grind up tightly against him with his own moving along with Hizashi's. Grinding, grinding, grinding tightly together with that heat raking beneath his skin. Sizzling through his veins, that heat sank down to smolder along his bones. A heat that had his heart jumping in his chest wildly with a shudder racing down his back.
His back arching when nails clawed over his shoulder blades. Raking down his back once again leaving burning lines in their wake as he slid his lips fiercely against those soft warm ones. It was so easy to lose himself in this type of situation. It had him shuddering when he ground himself down in tight circles when palms smoothed over the burning lines left behind on his back. He twisted at his husband's nipples tearing a trembling moan from the blonde when he then slid his hands down his chest to his stomach.
Muscles quivering beneath his sweater viciously when he reached down to the hem of said sweater. He then slipped them beneath it to touch the blonde's waist. Trailing his fingers forward to his stomach where he then swept his hands up its. He slid them up to his husband's chest where he flicked his fingers blindly over hardened nipples. Harder than anything when he slid his hands up to brush his palms over his husband's nipples. They were like pebbles beneath his palm when he slid his hands over them.
He trailed his fingers over them before bringing them together to pinch sharply at them earning himself a moan from the blonde beneath him who bucked up against him again. Nudging him up just enough for his head to skim the roof. He let out a low groan at his husband when he pinched hard, hard, hard at those hardened nipples. The blonde squirmed beneath him as their hips moved in unison. Moving to grind together tightly with hands trailing over his skin. It was a piece of heaven. It was strangely enough like being at home.
Forgetting where he was becoming all too easy for him. The lack of cars, of other life, surely did that for him and God knows how good it was going to be when they got in the trunk. When he had the blonde so deeply inside of him and when moving was hard. When they were cramped together in that small space. How would they move? How much space would they have to move? Their trunk wasn't too small, but it wasn't big. It had him squirming at the thought, however, of being pinned in that small space with Hizashi.
He slid his lips fervently against his husband who kissed him with that desire. Hands sliding down his back to slid along his waist with thumbs moving in soothing circles. Twisting his lower half down tightly into his lap to keep him in place. And God if that wasn't an electrifying effect as hips ground together eagerly with those thumbs rolling circles into his waist. Nails biting in lightly as lips slid against his. Curved and fitted perfectly against his own, the smack of their moving lips was utterly deafening.
Hands kneaded at his waist firmly had tingles fanning out beneath his warming skin; pooling into his stomach. Leaving him jittery in that excitement as he listened to the trembling breaths being taken by the both of them. The quiet rustling of pants rubbing together with their frantic grinding. The whisper of palms on his skin when they dared to slide along his waist. He twisted gently back and forth at his husband's hardened nipples earning himself a groan that snapped out of the man.
He let go of his tight pinch to spread his fingers out in a V formation to sneak the tips of them beneath both sides of the blonde's piercings. And he lifted up, up, up. It had his husband whining at him shrilly with his chest arching forward when he felt fingertips sneaking into the waistband of his pants. Flicking playfully at them, his husband then gripped at them before pulling them down over his ass. It had him hissing in a breath at how easily he was exposed in mere seconds when hands were sliding over his ass.
Squeezing at him with nails biting into his skin slightly with that hard squeeze. He'd be a damn liar if the excitement didn't rush up his back in a tingle. If his dick didn't give a volley of twitches frantically in response to that hard squeeze. If he didn't have heat flashing beneath his skin at the tightening grasp on his ass. Squeezing him for all their worth, sending shivers racing up his back. Letting out a huff, he ground himself down fiercely into his husband's lap earning himself a moan from the blonde.
He then lifted his fingers up, up, up again at those piercings until that moan crested louder out of his husband with lips moving hungrily against his. A desire, a lust, that he returned without a second thought as he then let the piercings go only to pinch sharply at his husband's hardened nipples. Loving that keening moan as hips thrusted up against him fiercely which had his head grazing the roof again. He jerked himself down into his husband's lap with tight circles. He let out a huffing, sharp exhale when his dick twitched rapidly again.
Grinding down tightly in his husband's lap as he moved his lips to return that desire, that hunger, when his husband squeezed at his ass again. A hard squeeze that had his back arching with a keening moan ripping out of him desperately with his heart sprinting sickeningly against his chest. Grinding himself down against the blonde had the man moaning at him as lips slid against his. Sharp smacks filling the quiet of their car when his husband's hand left his right cheek to reach next to him.
His heart jumped in his throat when that arm pressed to his waist. The crack of the lube being opened had his breaths hitching. Catching in his throat when the lube was then tossed gently onto the seat next to them followed them by the slick sound of lube being spread. Loud in their car when a hand then grabbed at his cheek to spread him open awkwardly with slick fingers reaching in. Rubbing over his hole with a whimper leaving him when his hips arched back eagerly.
He broke from the kisses then with his husband gasping in unison when he then buried his face into his shoulder. Peeking up to watch the road behind them as slick fingers rubbed over him. Slipping. Sliding. Just like that afternoon when his husband had asked to fuck in this very back seat. It was painfully reminiscent of that. It had his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest with each slick roll and rub of his husband's fingers against him. Teasing him painfully with those playful swirls and firm rubs down against his hole.
And his dick twitched excitedly with a drop soaking into his boxers. Then another. Another, another, another drop hitting the fabric when he slid his right hand from his husband's nipples to slide down his chest. Down his stomach that trembled under his touch when he then reached down between grinding hips. Reaching down to cup his husband's crotch with a huff flying out of the man. Lips attacking his shoulder and the side of his neck. A flurry of nips and kisses when he began to rub at the blonde.
The drag of his hands over his jeans was deafening in the quiet but God, he didn't care. Rubbing at his husband quickly, he pressed his fingers down firmly against his husband while lips trailed over his neck and shoulder. Slick fingers rubbing at his hole when his inner walls clamped together. Spasming in a blatant twitch that had him whining when his husband groaned into his throat. God, he loves this man. Loves that Hizashi always seemed to go along with what he wanted. With whatever desire he wanted.
It might make him a bit spoiled but God if he didn't care about that. He kept his eyes out the window to watch for any oncoming cars in the flurrying world out the window as fingers swirled against him. It had his hole giving another mortifying twitch as he rubbed at the blonde quickly. Loving the thrill of that need to hurry, hurry, hurry. That they could be caught at any moment. It had his dick twitching excitedly in a volley with pre-come dripping into his boxers. That ache had him pressing his hips tightly against the back of his hand.
To grind against it while he rubbed at his husband. Stimulating the both of them at the same time the best that he could as his breaths crested into that light, racing pants mimicking his husband's. He rutted against the back of his hand before leaning his hips back to his husband's hands. Those slick fingers rubbed firmly at him. Stroking up and down, up and down, up and down which had his lashes fluttering on his uncomfortably hot cheeks. It was getting much, much too hot in the back seat with the heat blasting from the vents.
He was trying his damn hardest to ignore. Panting lightly as he rocked back against his husband's rubbing fingers, he whimpered when thy shifted up with the tips rubbing along the rim before one finger pulled away. The hand on his cheek pulling sharply at him with the tip of a finger rolling over the rim of his hole teasingly. That tug on his cheek no doubt spread his hole a bit. Had to stretch it slightly for his husband's finger slipped into him effortlessly with a moan tearing out of the both of them.
God, he wanted nothing more than to drag him out of this car and grab the coat on the floor and jump in the trunk. To hurry. He squirmed in the blonde's hold with teeth nipping at his earlobe sharply with a click hitting off the hoops he'd changed his studs out for. He shuddered when that finger slid into him slowly with the pad of it rubbing against his inner wall. Curling to rub firmly at him with a press that brought that delicious pressure to get him moaning lowly in his throat. God, it was exhilarating.
Just like the bathroom in that café. The closet. The staff room. There was a thrill in doing something that should remain at home in a public area. He didn't understand the rush, but did he have too? All he knew was it got him off. Got him excited. He panted quickly, shallowly, with his husband's breaths muffling themselves into his shoulder. He felt the blonde buck against his hand to which he bucked back. Rubbing at his husband before curling his fingers to squeeze at the blonde firmly with the heel of his hand digging in.
Rolling into his husband's crotch. Loving the way thighs squirmed beneath him with a keening moan leaving his husband when that finger pulled back then thrusted into him sharply. A slick squelch ringing out when his husband then repeated that thrust again. And again. Again, again, again. Shallow, quick thrusts of that finger thrusting into him had him whimpering at his husband. They needed to hurry. The last thing he wanted was for them to get stuck in the snow and have to be towed home.
It would be a nightmare explaining and dealing with a situation like that. He shuddered when his husband curled his finger to press the pad of his finger against his inner wall as that finger thrusted into him shallowly. Quickly. He clenched tightly around the blonde's thrusting finger with a mewling whimper leaving himself as he clenched tight, tight, tight around that finger. Huffing into his husband's shoulder when he felt that rush. The gush of blood streaking through his veins down to his aching crotch.
Finally, finally, finally. He felt his husband beginning to harden beneath his hand with a low, trembling moan leaving the blonde as his finger thrusted into him with that deafening squelching. God, it had his hips arching back to meet those quick, shallow thrusts of his husband's finger sliding into him. Rubbing at his husband to return the pleasure that was snaking up his back. A rush of heat that then pooled into his stomach when he moaned lowly back at his husband in a trembling pitch.
That finger continued thrusting quickly into him as it rubbed delightfully against his inner walls as he squirmed in his lap. Rubbing at that hardening erection beneath his hand as his own dick began to stiffen. Twitching with the blood pooling to it allowing it to finally harden as drops of pre-come soaked into his boxers. His husband worked his finger into him quickly much to his delight when there was a deeper thrust that had him hissing in. Gasping when the tip of his husband's finger just barely brushed at his prostate.
Sending weak sparks racing up his back. What a tease that was. He rubbed firmly at his husband's hardening erection that twitched beneath his fingers. Straining effortlessly against his zipper as the blonde moaned when he tugged at his nipple. And then he felt the hand on his cheek tugging to pull him tautly open when he felt a finger rubbing the skin next to the rim of his hole. It had him whimpering with delight as he struggled to keep his heavy lids up. To focus on the road to make sure no one was coming.
They needed to be vigilant before going in the trunk but fuck if it wasn't hard to keep his eyes open. To focus on the road. Especially when the tip of Hizashi's finger was rubbing the rim of his hole causing it to twitch. For him to clamp down tightly around the blonde's thrusting finger that then stilled with firm circles being rubbed into his inner wall. His dick twitched then at the firm circles rolled into his inner wall while the tip of that finger rubbed along the rim of his hole. That finger then began pushing at him.
It was better to be fast. Quick. That was something that they both agreed would be best for this situation. And so, he'd tried his best to prepare himself in the shower before talking to his husband about this desire of his. About trying out this new situation. That finger pushed, pushed, pushed at him insistently with the hand on his cheek stretching him open tightly. He whimpered at his husband who groaned back. His forming erection twitching beneath his hand as that bulge grew much to his delight.
The blonde's second finger slipped in along with the first. And God, his husband's fingers may be slender, but they reached so deep. Effortless. It had him moaning as he lifted his head from his husband's shoulder to meet that burning gaze. The deep red blush smothering itself over freckled cheeks. The way blonde lashes trembled in that half raised position with hips jiggling beneath him to meet his rubbing hand. He leaned in to lap his tongue across his husband's lips then earning a moan from the blonde.
Shuddering when he rubbed at his inner walls before pulling his fingers back then thrusting the into him. A sharp thrust that had him moaning out with delight as he slid his arms around his shoulders. Holding onto the blonde who thrusted his fingers into him again. A light sting to the rim of his hole from the sudden movement but God it had electric sparks racing up his back. Heat twisting then clawing beneath the surface of his skin. Insufferably hot. He whimpered as he jerked his hips backwards.
Meeting that next thrust of his husband's fingers. He'd been sure to tell the blonde before they left that he'd done some preparation on his own. But God if he didn't love the feeling of having Hizashi's fingers inside of him. If he didn't love how they fit inside of him with their slender shape. Stretching him just enough to leave him feeling full. It had him moaning at his husband pleadingly when fingers rolled into his inner wall with firm circles that had his thighs shaking. Trying to soothe him.
His inner walls clamped tightly around the blonde's fingers. Squeezing them for all his worth as he flicked his tongue at his husband's lips. Hizashi groaned at him then with lips parting to which he giddily dipped his tongue into his mouth before crushing his lips to those soft, warm ones. Fingers then spread out; a hissing inhale that flew out on a moan when his husband pushed out, out, out. Fingers trembling lightly with that outwards spread. Pushing out relentlessly to spread him.
It had his back arching with a keening moan spilling out of him when his husband pressed his fingers out to push at him. Back to back scissoring of his fingers with that light sting of the rim as it was spread. It had him shuddering when his husband then brought his fingers together to pull his fingers backwards. The tips resting within him before thrusting in with a long, sleek thrust that had the pads of those fingers rubbing over his prostate. It had him jolting with a moan spilling out of him deafeningly.
Had his hand tightening on the bulge of his husband's erection. His free hand clawing at his chest had the blonde moaning at him as fingers rubbed at his prostate again, again, again. An up and down rub over the sensitive spot to get him jolting with heat snapping up his back when he moaned eagerly at his husband. Rubbing at the twitching bulge beneath him when the blonde moaned at him as fingers ground into his prostate. Ohhhh, it was so fucking good. He fucking loves it.
Heat snapped up his back, his thighs shook gently as his hips rolled back against his husband's hand eagerly with a huffing, shaking pants leaving him. Racing. Moving his tongue forward to rub against his husband's, he flicked at the metal ball of his husband's piercing. God, from the day Hizashi had gotten his tongue pierced he swore he loved it. Adored it. It was his favorite piercing. However, he couldn't deny the navel piercing his husband got was sexy. It was cute. His husband was officially pierced from mouth to his groin.
It was hot. Sexy. It had him debating body jewelry of his own, but he was iffy on his stance about it. Uncertain. And yet trapped here on his husband's lap as wave after wave went up his back with each rub over his prostate, he couldn't deny he found joy in feeling the blonde's piercing beneath his fingers. When he rolled that nipple in his fingers giddily, he crushed his lips against Hizashi's giddily as he rubbed his tongue to the blonde's who rubbed back. Sliding, twisting, flicking together.
Huffing pants fanned over his cheek as fingers then pulled away from his prostate to which he whimpered in protest, but the blonde then spread his fingers out. Oh, oh it had a snapping moan tearing out of him at how deep those fingers fanned out, but he didn't mind it. Not one bit. His husband pulled his fingers back then thrusted forward as he began that maddening rhythm of his. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading his finger. Long, sleek thrusts into him that had him clamping down tightly around those fingers.
He was electrified. Hot, hot, hot. Sweat pricked at his forehead; along his back and his neck from the heat of the heaters blasting at him with the thick sweater. The heat sizzling under his skin. It had him shuddering at those long, sleek thrusts of his husband's. He rocked his hips back with his erection straining effortlessly against his sweats. Squirming, he rubbed at his husband with fingers curled down firmly while those fingers thrusted into him fast. Fast as they could with their long drawback.
When the blonde then spread his fingers out again, again, again. Relentless spreading. It had him moaning into his mouth as he twisted his tongue with the blonde's the nudging at the metal ball of his piercing. Shaky pants being taken when he twisted into his husband's arms with a low, keening moan leaving himself. Flicking, rubbing, massaging, sliding. Never ending in their movements, he twisted his tongue with Hizashi's as he kept his lips pressed firmly to the blonde's. Crushing them hard together.
He tightened his grasps on the blonde while fingers thrusted into him. Again, again, again. Spreading, spreading, spreading. It had him impatient. Eager. He wanted him now. Now, now, now. He wants to be tucked in the truck with the blonde slamming into him until this damn car was rocking and those who seem be damned. He squirmed his husband's arms as he slid his tongue against Hizashi's as fingers thrusted into him. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading out when he whimpered.
Damn near mewling if he was honest with himself when he then pulled back from the kiss with a gasp only to throw his head back on a cry when fingers rubbed over his prostate again. Lips trailed along his jaw then down his throat when he squirmed in his husband's arms with a gasp as he clawed at his chest. Squeezing at the throbbing bulge beneath his other hand tearing a growl from his husband who nipped sharply at his chin. And he swallowed down another cry as fingers rubbed over his prostate when he gasped.
"I-I want to do this! I want to do this so bad, Zashi! I wa-want you to fuck me in the trunk! I want- Mmm! Nnn!" It was hard. So, so hard to speak when fingers were grinding into his prostate before spreading outwards to push at his inner walls. Fuck, fuck! It was damn good. "Please! Please, I pro-promise you can finger me all you wa-want when we get home! Just fu-ffffuck me! Nnnn! Ah! Ohhh, God, please, Zashi! Please! I ne-need you in me! Need you so badly!"
"Oh, you need me that bad, huh? You need me that mu-much? If you're su-sure you want to do this then we can absolutely try it, baby! But I-I think today you don't have to beg for it, do you?" Fingers pressed together to pull back then thrust sharply into him with a deafening squelch when the blonde groaned when he squeezed at his erection. "It-It's nice to know that you wanna do this! Le-Lets pull those pants up and get in the trunk, yeah? I'll give you everything you need from me and more, baby!"
"I lo-love you, Zashi, you know that? I- Thank you, fo-for doing this! I lo-love and appreciation you more than you know, love." He loved the beaming smile from his husband when he leaned in to peck his husband's lips once, twice, three times more before fingers stretched out before slipping out of him. A squelch ringing out when hands then tugged his pants up over his ass. He then pressed another kiss to the blonde's lips. "I fu-fuckin' love you, Zashi, for seriously doing thi-this for me!"
"I love you too, baby! I love my kinky, cra-crazy little husband with all my damn heart! I'm more than happy to give your fantasy life, baby!" Then the blonde smirked when a hand came down sharply on his ass tearing a yelp out of him when the blonde then squeezed his ass firmly on that stinging spot as he shuddered with his teeth dragging over his lip. A wicked sparkle to those green eyes when Hizashi gestured with his head. "Now mo-move your ass and let's fuck in the trunk, yeah?"
Dragging his teeth over his lip fiercely, he then shuffled off of his husband's lap onto the seat next to him awkwardly. Doing his best to keep from sitting on the lube when he caught the crinkle of the condom. He then grabbed the handle and threw open the door only to shudder as he stepped out onto the street then turning to grab his husband's coat. The blonde was scooting forward with fingers tugging his belt buckle apart before reaching for the button of his fly apart. Working the zipper down with a quiet zip.
And his erection strained effortlessly against his fly. It had his mouth watering at the thought as he then made his way to the trunk which he popped open. Small. Cramped. It had his heart racing when he listened to the sound of his husband stepping out into the cold air with the condom flashing in his fingers when the blonde shut the door. He met the blonde's gaze which flamed with that desire when he then climbed into the trunk where he then reached down to work his string apart quickly.
Then he pushed his boxers and pants down to his upper thighs then down to his knees. He knew it was a bad idea, but he left them there when he flipped over onto his stomach awkwardly. His legs scrunched up with the intent to leave space. He draped his husband's coat over the edge of the trunk where it hung over the bumper. Stopping it from closing completely. Leaving a crack when the top came down. His husband then came into view with snow and ice crunching under his feet when he began shuddering.
Shivering at that biting cold tugging at him with harsh snapping pulls of the wind. He gestured with his hands for his husband to hurry. He didn't know how long he could maintain an erection being so cold; he swore he could feel his balls drawing up at the frigid air. A choked sound left him when Hizashi jerked his pants down to his upper thighs then with his erection springing up with drops of pre-come glistening along the slit. Beautiful. Drool worthy as the light caught all six of those wonderful piercings he adored.
Then the blonde tore opens the condom quickly then reached in for the slippery ring. Working it down over the head of his erection then down over his piercings carefully before fussing with the ends at the base before taking a breath. It plumed in a silver cloud into the cold air when the blonde then shuffled forward then crawled in. It was tight. Ohh, it was unbearably small in the space with his husband who then reached up to close the trunk. A thin sliver of light from the coat lit the immediate area.
He found himself damn near gasping at how small the space was. Cramped. He could hardly breathe without feeling his husband's chest against him. Hands slid along his thighs then gently with his husband kissing at his jaw gently before a hand reached down and he swallowed. Reaching down with a grunt to grab at his cheeks before spreading himself open, his racing breaths made the space hot as he held himself open for the blonde. Shuddering at the slick touch of that condom against him.
A rub that had his hole twitching at the burst of excitement. It was so small in this space but God if it didn't feel good. His husband was over him, his back brushing the trunk, with a slim slit of light lighting it up. It was dark. Tiny. So unbelievably cramped. It had his heart racing against his chest with that urge to scream for the trunk to be lifted but he fought it down. Fought it when his husband moved his hips to rub himself against him much to his delight. It had excitement bursting in his chest.
He dragged his teeth over his lip as he muffled a keening whimper when he arched his hips up. Doing so the best he could with his thighs spread awkwardly with his knee touching his husband's coat. The other pinned to the trunk wall. It was uncomfortable but his blood was racing through his veins. It had him gasping through his nose when his husband rubbed himself slickly against him with slides that had his toes curling in his boot. His lashes fluttering on his cheeks with a blink when he squirmed.
Dragging his teeth over his lip when Hizashi then pulled his hips backwards. The head nudging at him playfully before grinding against him. His hole twitched with that burst of excitement as his nails bit into his cheeks. Squeezing at himself fiercely as his erection began to drip onto his sweater. Staining it. He'd have to change when they got home but he'd worry about it then. His husband ground himself playfully against him when he squirmed with a hitching breath when his husband squirmed with a grunt.
It was painfully tight with the two of them in the car and it limited their movements. A limited space that even had him impatient to move but he knew it'd be hard to do so. However, keeping himself spread wide the blonde pushed forward against him insistently and- Ohhh, he couldn't tell who moaned louder. His teeth dragged over his lip with his mouth falling open with his keening moan with his husband echoing him in a snapping pitch. It was just dark enough he could barely make out his husband's face.
And God with the cramped space? The limited space of theirs? It was exciting. The awkward placements of knees and legs. Hands and arms. Backs and chests. There was a tightness to it all that had him ready to back out but there was another part of him that loved this. Loves having his husband so fucking close that it felt like he couldn't breathe with that hair in his face. He arched with his moan cresting into a gasp as his husband sank deep, deep, deep into him. Slow. Gentle. He loves it.
Loves, loves, loves this so fucking much that he didn't expect to want this so badly. That he would love it so intensely. To know that he couldn't so much as breathe without his chest brushing Hizashi's? All the hair spilling over his chest and around his face with his husband's lips crawling along his jaw? His hips coming to hit against him as he bottomed out? Ohhh, everything was beautiful. It was better than he imagined it would be. He knew this would be cramped. Knew it would be awful in the small space.
But fuck him, if it wasn't fucking better than anything. And God knows he wasn't so desperate to try this to suggest sex somewhere else. This was better than the other choices on their list they'd been spit balling earlier. His hands left his cheeks as his husband ground against him awkwardly when he reached up to clutch at his sweater. At his biceps. Holding onto his his husband who kissed along his jaw softly before coming back to nip at his earlobe. It was hot. Unbearably hot in this little space.
Hot from his panting breaths but the air coming into that slit of the trunk kept it cool enough to keep it from being overwhelming. He was gasping. Whimpering. His hands trembling with his thighs as he tried his best to move with his husband. Grinding against his pelvis as he clenched tightly around that thick erection in him with a low moan spilling out of him. God, he feels so good. So good, so good, so fucking good he felt ready to wail. His husband was slender when it came to his dick but bigger than himself.
Seven and a half inches was nothing to scoff at. In fact, some might even say that it was within the category of big enough for size queens. He knew that much, and he knew he was above average. But God, if his husband's dick didn't become thick when he was hard like this. Stretching out his inner walls with that silent insistence for the space to be made. To accommodate that length inside of him and he was more than happy to accept it. His hands trembled as he clutched at his husband's biceps.
The blonde crooned wordlessly at him as huffing breaths were taken by the both of them. Deafening in the quiet of the trunk. It was to be a quickie. That's all this was supposed to be. And it had him gasping with excitement as he wriggled his hips slightly to do his best to grind against the blonde's pelvis. Shuddering when he felt the blonde moving with him with quick, tight grinds as the blonde groaned lowly in his throat. So close to his ear, it sent shivers down his back at the sound.
Teeth then nipped at the shell of his ear before a gentle blow into his ear had him jerking. Clinging onto the blonde above him, he could giddily say this was suffocating. They hadn't even started but God knows it was a suffocating space. Tiny. And he fucking loves it. He knew this could end badly for them if caught. If the snow started up in earnest and buried their wheels. He knew that the tight space would only render shallow thrusts from his husband. Wouldn't allow for those pounding thrusts he wanted.
But he was already pressing idly into his prostate much to his delight as he bit at his lip. He swore Hizashi had never gotten inside of him faster. Was Hizashi just as excited for this? Just as eager? God, he swore the blonde had never felt harder inside of him. Were the reasons he could be excited identical to his own? He had not a clue but God if it didn't have him clenching tightly around his husband's erection in response to a twitch. His own erection squished between the stomachs.
Rubbing against the fabrics of their sweaters. It was so good. They hadn't even started, and he felt so damn good. His skin was ripping with heat that dragged its claws beneath the surface of his skin making his sweater insufferable. His heart hammering against his chest as he clung onto his husband who merely rocked his hips against him. Slow. Gentle. Grinding slightly when he pressed forward and God, he was helpless not to move with him. Against that desire to rock and grind with his husband who was so willing to do this.
He'd have to return the favor to the blonde tenfold when it was his turn again. No matter what the blonde wanted, he was going to do it without so much as second guessing it. If his husband could go along with this without so much as batting an eye, then he can do the same. He shuddered when he arched his hips up to rub his erection shamelessly into the tight space between their stomachs. Moaning at the drag of fabric against it when he clenched around his husband without thinking twice.
And it had another of those low, delicious moans ringing out from the blonde. Close to his ear, pitched low, it had him shuddering with his toes curling in his boot as he bit fervently at his lip with a moan of his own that he tried to muffle. They had to be quiet. It was imperative in case there was foot traffic somehow. He rocked his hips with his husband who slid a hand over his thigh before leaning onto his forearm arm awkwardly. It left their chests pressing tightly together. He couldn't tell whose heart pounded harder.
His or Hizashi's. He had not a clue but God if this didn't feel so good he felt ready to howl out. And then his husband was pulling his hips back slightly only to thrust forward. Shallow. A snapping hit against him that had him moaning lowly in his throat as he tightened his grasp on his husband's upper arms. Clawing at the fabric, bunching it to his fists, when he whimpered at his husband. Pleading silently for him to please, please, please give him what he wants. To continue on feeling good together.
And the blonde seemed to understand his unspoken plea by pulling his hips back then snapping forward. A slick squelch ringing out from the condom and lube there when he clenched around his husband. Loving the low moan, it got him as his husband pulled his hips back then snapped forward for a third thrust. Then a fourth. A fifth. Again, again, again. A shallow, quick speed that was used on him with the light jingle of the belt buckle from his belt ringing out. The light slap of their meeting skin.
Huffing, gasping pants being taken. The thin sliver of light, of cold air, sneaking into the space but it was still overwhelmingly hot. He clutched at his husband as he fought the urge to squirm. To writhe. It would only make this small space all the more insufferable. And yet he was so fucking tempted. He panted shakily through his nose as his husband snapped his hips back and forth, back and forth much to his delight. He bit fiercely at his lip sending pain down his chin. He'd never been more electrified.
Never felt more alive. Hot. Sizzling. There was always something about being sexual with his husband in a public space that got him going and he didn't know if it was the thrill that got to him or his own exhibitionistic nature, but he loves it. He loves this so, so much more than he thought he would. Panting through his nose, he tried to spread his thighs wider with his pants digging into his left knee that crushed itself to the wall. His right pressing to the edge of the trunk. There was no wider.
No spread for him and he adores it. His husband grunted lowly as he tried shifting in the space before snapping his hips forward again with the hand on his thigh sliding up and down comfortingly. Curling inwards to his inner thigh which had him tingling. From head to toe, he blazed as if he had been lit ablaze. Hot, hot, hot. Eager for another of those snapping thrusts that his husband gave. Quick. Fast. God, it had him moaning in his throat as he pressed his head back which his husband hummed at.
The blonde then shifted his head to kiss at his throat. Nipping playfully at his Adam's Apple. He clutched him close, close, close in this small space where there was no closer. There was a tight, twisting cramped position they were both in and it made Hizashi come incredibly close to him. Closer than when they were in their bed and twisted together. This was just as fucking good. He twitched his hips then tried his best to move with his husband. To meet his shallow, quick thrusts that were coming faster.
The hand on his inner thigh squeezed at him before he reached down blindly for it. Tugging it from its place between his thighs to weave their fingers together. It had Hizashi humming into his throat with quick, racing pants filling the space with a heat that had him squirming. He did his best to rock himself up and down to meet those thrusts. Sliding awkwardly against the floor of the trunk to meet those thrusts which his husband moaned encouragingly at. Enthusiastically.
It had his blood crackling with heat as he moved himself quickly as he could while clinging to his husband's upper arm. The hand in his. He arched his hips up further when the blonde moaned down at him with hips moving quickly to thrust into him. It had him blistering with heat as he listened to the slick squelches punctuating each sharp thrust. Rocking him lightly as he struggled to find a foot placement without stomping on his husband's feet to move himself.
To meet those thrusts giddily, he clutched the hand in his while clutching at the fistful of his husband's sweater with the other. God, if he didn't love this man. If he didn't appreciate the blonde for taking the steps to breathe life into this. He moved his hips quickly with an awkward slide against the floor of the trunk. He held onto the blonde fervently as hips moved quickly with that desire. That lust. He could stand for a quickie once in a while, but God help him if he didn't want to smolder away.
Burn up. Render himself into a pile of ash right now. The excitement was overbearing in his chest as he moved his hips awkwardly in his limited space to move with his husband. The light slap of their skin meeting was deafening in the small space of the trunk. Cramped up with his shoulders curling up awkwardly with his head lightly brushing the top of the trunk. His legs curled and spread awkwardly to make space for his husband while also making sure he had the adequate space to move in.
He huffed quickly with his hand squeezing at the fistful of his sweater that he clung too. The hand in his. His erection was rubbing deliciously against the fabric of their sweaters as that wet patch of pre-come merely soaked through to his stomach. Growing bigger with each drop leaving him as his erection throbbed lightly in its trapped place between their stomachs. He fucking loves this. So much more than he initially thought he would when he was reading about it on a website.
It had him absolutely burning hot, hot, hot as he clung to the blonde's hand. To his sweater. Moving his hips with the light slap of their skin meeting like shots of sound in the trunk. The slick squelches of the lube and condom rubbing together when he clenched tighter around that throbbing erection. God, it had him moaning lowly in his throat when he pressed his head back with teeth nipping at his throat. Playful little bites that had his skin tingling. Buzzing. God, he swore he was buzzing head to toe.
What he'd give to have even one hickey on his throat but he couldn't afford it. It wasn't worth it with the problem children he had this year. He huffed desperately with his husband squeezing at his hand when he felt the light rock of the car as Hizashi began to move faster. Faster, faster, faster. Coming forward harder, harder, harder. It was awkward, it was cramped, there was hardly space to breathe, and his head was swimming. To go from grinding in the backseat to this fast, hard fucking in the trunk?
It was leaving him gasping as his thighs shook with the desire to spread wider. To snap shut and rub against his husband's waist the way they would when they were in bed together. He was electrified. Hot. Burning. So, so excited over this than he thought he would. A quickie in their trunk? Who'd know he'd get off so fucking hard to this? It was always welcome, always exciting, for him to find a new kink. A new fetish. A new thing he wants to do again, again, again.
He huffed with his husband panting into his throat as hips struck at him hard. Fast. He could feel the car rocking lightly in time with their movements but God if he couldn't care twice about it. Any other time he'd care. He knew if they were in the back seat, it would be more important to roll the windows down. To keep an eye out. But that was all impossible when they were in the trunk with only a sliver of light given to them. He clung to his husband as he moved his hips the best he could with his feet pushing off.
Pressing into the placements they had as he arched his back arched up with his chest pressing tightly to Hizashi's. Gasping in his pants as his erection throbbed frantically against his stomach with pre-come dribbling out of him onto that soaked spot. Impossible to hide when he took his coat off. It was going to be imperative he hide it when they return home; just long enough to change. He clung onto the hand in his when he whimpered as his husband slammed into him fast, fast, fast. Hard, hard, hard.
It had him moaning shamelessly low in his throat as he bit his lip fervently. Pain jolted down to his chin from the dig of his teeth, but he couldn't release it. Not if he wanted to wail, howl, and moan louder than anything. He knew himself enough to know he needed to stay quiet. Even if the rocking of the car gave them away, the least they could do was be quiet about it. God knows how the sounds would amplify in the cold winter air, muffled or not. Unmistakable.
His cheeks throbbed lightly with that uncomfortable heat burning there. He squirmed desperately with that desire to rid himself of his sweater. He was too hot, too hot, too hot with it on. The wet patch on his stomach soaked through to cling onto him as he rutted up desperately into the space between their stomachs eagerly. Loving the snapping moan, it got him from his husband whose sweater wasn't fairing any better than his own if he had to guess. His erection throbbed within him.
A frantic throbbing that had him clenching down tightly around his husband. Moaning at the pleasure it sent snaking up his back to pool into his stomach as he clawed at the blonde. Wanting him close, close, close. Impossibly close as they twisted together in the limited space. He was desperate for that skin to skin contact but he knew it wasn't possible. It was too risky. Moving his hips quickly in time with his husband's, he found himself squirming again eagerly in the tight confines of their trunk.
There wasn't room to squirm like this but fuck if he couldn't keep still. He clutched at his husband with lips trailing up his throat to his jaw where teeth nipped and nibbled at him. Lips fluttering over his jaw as his teeth dug into his lip. The slick squelches of the blonde's thrusts were deafening in this quiet space of theirs. Moving in time with him eagerly, he clenched around that throbbing erection buried within him. It was so good. Stretching him out just enough to leave him with that sense of fullness.
It's what he loves the most about his husband's erection. How deeply it could reach within him and how thick he got. Slender but God if he didn't fill him up. It was a drool worthy sensation that had his hips bucking with thrusts up between their tightly pressed stomachs when his erection twitched. Dragging against the material of their sweaters as sweat pricked at his forehead. Beading along his hair line and slipping down his forehead to his temples. It was hot, hot, hot. So hot. He was burning up.
This quickie of theirs was reminding him too much of their romp in the closet. It had his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest as he twisted beneath his husband with his feet threatening to slip out. His knees to fly up and burst the top before they were done. The car, from what he could feel, rocked in time with their movements and God if that wasn't exciting. If it didn't fill him with heat despite that icy prick that told him they needed to be careful. Had to be careful in case someone came down the road, but he heard nothing.
Nothing but the wind that crept in through the crack of the trunk. God, how he wished he could see Hizashi's face. To read the expression on it but it was hard in this small space of theirs. Fuck, when he asked for this, he didn't think it was going to be so hot. He didn't think they'd jump into sex so fast but fuck him if he didn't love it. There had always been something hot to Hizashi pinning him down and fucking him straight away. It felt desperate. Urgent. As if the blonde couldn't wait a second longer to be inside of him.
That he couldn't wait to move inside of him. It had him panting raggedly as teeth nipped at his jaw line before moving back to bite sharply at his earlobe. It had him whimpering when it was then sucked into his husband's mouth gently. His tongue prodding gently at his hoops and nibbling at him as he sucked at his earlobe. The hand in his squeezing at him with hips striking sharply at him. Pulling back as far as he could with a light thud as the blonde's ass hit against something before jerking forward.
It was hot.
Even if the thrusts were somewhat shallow, he didn't care one damn bit. If anything, the rubs and hits had him burning. His husband angled his hips them to rub perfectly against his prostate much to his delight as he gasped. Heat ripping up his back in waves with each slick rub against that small spot. Ohhhh, it had him moaning enthusiastically at his husband as he clutched him close, close, close. His erection throbbing against his stomach twitched when he arched his hips up the best he can while moving.
Meeting those thrusts giddily as his husband panted in his ear through his nose. Hips striking at him fervently when the blonde let out a low moan as the hand in his squeezed when the blonde released his earlobe. Tracing the edge of his ear with the tip of his tongue before nipping sharply at the tip of his ear. It had his blood ripping with heat when he squirmed. Gasping as he thrusted into the space between their stomachs giddily. Rubbing himself against the fabric of their sweaters was a pleasure that had his toes curling in his left boot.
His heart thudded wildly against his chest as he continued to push off with his footholds. So cramped he could hardly breathe with his husband pinned on top of him like this. It had him squirming, twisting slightly with his hands clutching desperately at his husband. Needing him close, close, close as hips struck at him harder. Faster. It had was a shallow depth with hardly a pull back from his husband but God if he didn't care twice about it. Not when he was angled just right to hit and rub over his prostate.
Sending wave after wave of heat to rip up his back. Clawing beneath his skin, twisting in his stomach, as he clutched at his husband who moaned at him lowly. Like he was the best thing in the world. It had him whimpering lowly back at his husband as he bit fiercely at his lip. His hand trembling lightly as he clutched a fistful of fabric to his palm when the hand in his tightened. Squeezing at him with huffing pants fanning over his throat when his husband whimpered at him. A pleading note to it.
A shrill burst of sound when he clenched tightly around the blonde's throbbing erection. Hips moved together the best they could in the limited space. God, he already knew the memory of this was something that would keep him burning hot for days, weeks, months to come. A memory that he'd use to get off in the future, that much he knew. He clung to his husband as he continued to meet those shallow thrusts that rubbed so good over his prostate that it had his lashes fluttering.
His eyes threatening to roll up on him if he wasn't careful. He tugged restlessly at the sleeve of his husband's sweater with gasping pants being taken by the both of them when he listened to the rhythmic thud of his husband's ass hitting against something with each pull back. Moving together with that spark of eagerness as he admired the fullness of his husband's erection buried into him. The rub against his inner walls along with that light scratch of the condoms rubber against them.
The faint sensation of those piercings rubbing over his inner walls had him whining shrilly at his husband with delight. The way that he slid into him slickly with those hits and rubs over his prostate to get his thighs shaking. His toes curled tightly in his boot with his back thudding against the bottom of the trunk when he squirmed restlessly. Arching up then forcing himself down as the heat gathered effortlessly in the trunk space of their car. Holding on tightly to his husband, he did his best to remain still but God if it wasn't fucking hard.
If it wasn't the hardest damn thing he'd ever done. He squirmed, twisted, and writhed the best he could in his limited space with huffing pants being taken by the both of them. The slap of their skin meeting again, again, again. The sweat beading then running down his forehead to wet his hair. The slick squelch punctuating each thrust his husband gave. The hushed moans and groans, the low whines and whimpers. All in the attempt to remain quiet but God knows if someone walked by it would be unmistakable what they were doing.
The sounds alone would give them away. And God, for some damn reason it merely had him simmering hotter. Rutting up desperately to rub his dripping, throbbing erection to his husband's stomach. Thrusting up into the tight space between their stomachs giddily when he tightened his grasp on the fistful of his sleeve he held in his left hand. Gasping delightedly with his husband huffing into his throat with hips snapping forward to hit against him hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast.
He swore he could feel the car rocking in time with their movements when he whimpered up at his husband in that muffled pitch. He squirmed eagerly with his feet digging into their spots when the blonde moved their conjoined hands. Squeezing them between their stomachs. And he couldn't stop himself from groaning when fingers wrapped around his erection. God, this was amazing. How could he have not known this was a kink, a fetish, he had? It was amazing figuring it out and it was all thanks to his husband.
All thanks to the man who was more than willing to try this out with him. More than willing to give him what he wanted. He moved his hips to meet his husband's snapping thrusts that were sending wave after wave up his back. Fuck, fuck! How was he expected to last when he he had that heat raking up his back? Had him whimpering, whining, damn near mewling with his teeth digging into his lip with the attempt to stay quiet. He twisted eagerly beneath his husband who was snapping thrusts into him with a relentlessly.
He squeezed around that throbbing erection. Their conjoined hands stroking him fast, fast, fast. Curving lazily near the dripping head where his husband's thumb ground into the head. Rolling tight, quick circles around the head before the pad of his thumb was grinding into the slit. It had his teeth dragging over his lip as his mouth dropped open on a cry as his thighs jumped to spread themselves. To push at their places but God it ached to have his left knee pressed so fervently against the trunk wall.
His legs shaking, aching, to stretch out properly when he arched up beneath his husband with a gasp. His thrusts clumsily coming when he then twisted eagerly as that thumb ground into his slit. Smearing away the drops of pre-come that welled shamelessly on it before that thumb swirled outwards. Lazy circles hat had him moaning as his head pressed into the wall of the trunk fiercely when his husband's hand then dipped down. Their hands moving together to stroke his throbbing erection that dared to twitch in their grasps.
Lips began to pepper down his throat. Nipping at his Adam's Apple playfully. God, does he love this man. His heart hammered against his chest with quiet thuds in his ears as he bit at his lip again with teeth nibbling playfully at his throat. It had him squirming in their limited space with his hips bucking to thrust into their stroking hands. Fuck him, he wants to do this again. They hadn't even finished this round and he wanted to do it again, again, again.
He wants nothing more than to have this cramped space be theirs. Even if it meant fumigating the damn thing, he wanted to fuck his husband here again. He wants nothing more than to get off to this in the future. There was something so delightful about having his husband crushed up against him in this way. Leaving him little room to move properly. He let go of his fistful of his husband's sweater with his hand flying around him to claw at his back through his sweater.
It had his husband growling at him; a low, snapping sound that had his blood burning with that flash of heat. Their hands flying over his throbbing erection as he clenched a round the frantically throbbing erection inside of him. So close. There was a fluttering in his stomach that was twisting down into the lower half into that all too familiar spark. Was it too soon? Was it too fast? He had not a clue but God if he wasn't burning. If he wasn't ripped apart by this heat that had him sweating shamelessly.
He clung to his husband with nails dragging over the material of his sweater as his back arched. Hips thrusting up into their stroking hands. Jerking himself to meet the slamming thrusts of his husband when a rub over his prostate had him gasping. Jolting. Ohhhh, he wasn't going to last long. Not long at all if this treatment kept up. And as if he had sensed this, his husband kept his hips angled perfectly to rub over his prostate again and again. Sending wave after wave of heat to claw up his back with the crisp slap of their skin meeting.
It rang out like shots in the darkness. In their small space. The squelches that accompanied each thrust had him moaning at his husband when his lashes fluttered as his eyes finally rolled back on him. Coming down to rest on his cheeks, he grabbed at a fistful of his husband's sweater as he lifted his head up to bury it into his husband's shoulder. Muffling his moans when his mouth fell open once more. Clutching onto this man for dear life as heat ripped up his back in relentless waves that had him gasping.
Choking.
He bit down on his husband's clothed shoulder tearing a shout out of the man into the side of his neck. And then he felt teeth digging down on the juncture where his neck gave way to his shoulder. A deep, hard bite that had him moaning shamelessly into his husband's shoulder as he bit down harder with the intent on muffling himself. It had delicious vibrations racing over his skin when Hizashi muffled his own moans into the biting hold he had on him. It had his back arching as he moved hsi hips faster, faster, faster.
Moving the best he could in their tiny space as that spark twisted tighter into his lower stomach. A hot coal that was sizzling through him. He wanted to be ashamed that he was so close. He wanted to be mortified that he was close already but he couldn't find it in himself to be that. Not when he was feeling so fucking good. When those shallow thrusts of his husband's allowed his prostate to be rubbed and hit at relentlessly with the heat ripping up his back again and again.
Could it be held against him if that stimulation tipped him over? If it was his cresting point? He dug his teeth into his husband's clothed shoulder as he drooled shamelessly. Huffing through his nose, he moved his hips to slam himself against the blonde's pelvis as his thighs shook. Aching. He loved the hard hits of his husband's hips coming forward to strike at him. As if trying to hit the very air out of his lungs with the limited movements of his.
Movements that told him if there was more room his husband would be pounding him into the floor of this damn car. It had him moaning at the thought with his lashes fluttering on his uncomfortably hot cheeks. Holding onto the fistful of sweater he held in his hand as his brows squeezed together. Moving together the best they could, the car was rocking wildly from their movements and God knows it wouldn't take much to put two and two together. But he didn't care.
He couldn't find it in him too care when his husband's throbbing erection was rubbing so good against his inner walls it was making him drool. Making him twist with hips bucking to thrust into their hands only to jerk down to meet the slamming thrusts of his husband's. Shallow but fuck if he didn't love how it stimulated his prostate perfectly with each slam forward. Oh, oh, he could do this all afternoon. He could go round after round if he wanted in this small space with his husband who was everywhere.
Long limbs and hair all around him leaving him feeling suffocated by the other man but fuck, he loves it. He loves, loves, loves everything about this. He wants to fuck Hizashi in the trunk all afternoon long. God if only he could. If only he could get away with a second round. He huffed through his nose as he listened to the identical huffing of his husband as teeth dug into him tearing a moan out of him. The low, snapping groan of his husband's filling the small space as it vibrated over his shoulder.
The sharp slap of their skin meeting. The slick squelches of the rubber condom and lube rubbing together to punctuate each thrust. The jingling of his husband's belt buckle that rang out like a quit background sound. The rustling of clothing that was deafening. He was hot, hot, hot. So unbelievably hot in this time space that he almost felt tempted to ask Hizashi to open the trunk more. Almost. He huffed through his nose desperately as he clung onto the blonde with a whimper leaving him.
He was getting close, close, close. That knot was twisting sharply into his stomach with each fiery rip up his back when he clenched tightly around the blonde's erection. Throbbing wildly inside of him, he can only imagine how close his husband had to be getting as well. Hizashi may not be an exhibitionist, that much he'd admitted, but he knew that there was an excitement that was undeniable. A heat to this that had him huffing against his shoulder. He could feel his husband's saliva soaking into his sweater.
Their conjoined hands stroked faster, faster, faster. Twisting, curving, dipping. Kneading at him with enough pressure to get him moaning as the blonde's hips slammed against him. He'd give anything to strip this man of his clothes and have sex properly with feverish skin against his. One touch. One touch was all that he needed. He clung onto his husband desperately with thighs trembling in their wide spread positions with boots pressing against the wall of the trunk.
Moving together to meet thrust for thrust when his husband tried yanking back further only to slam into his prostate much to his delight. It had him crying out into his shoulder again, again, again each time the blonde hit at his prostate. It was so good, so good, so good. So fucking good he felt ready to scream. He wanted nothing more than to babble at his husband the dirty things flittering across his mind but it would be impossible without wailing them out. Without slurring them out on a deafening note.
But God, he was getting so close. Clawing his way up that mountain as the blonde stroked him fast, fast, fast when he tightened his grasp on himself. Pre-come dribbling shamelessly over and under their conjoined hands. Onto his sweater. He was going to come whether he liked it or not. There was no stopping it. Not when he was so fucking excited that he felt ready to shout. To howl and plea with his husband to get him there. The hits and rubs against his prostate didn't help a damn thing but God if he didn't adore it.
If he didn't have his toes curling as he pressed desperately against the trunk wall. The car rocking wildly with their fervent movements as he pounded himself the best he could against his husband's pelvis. Jerking his hips to move fast, fast, fast as they could in this odd position he was in. Hair spilling over his shoulders with his husband everywhere he felt. All over him. It had him gasping wildly with hands clutching at him as he pressed himself tightly to his husband. Ohhhh, such limited space made it all the better.
As if he were somehow getting his dream of having his husband impossibly close. There was something so good about all of this that he couldn't get enough. The hard thrusts from Hizashi were coming faster. As if he were eagerly approaching his own orgasm as he clamped down around him. God, he was coming so hard, so fast, it had him groaning into his shoulder. Holding onto him tightly when his thighs began to flex intermittently much like the muscles of his abdomen.
He hung onto his husband desperately with gasps being taken through noses as his brows squeezed together tightly with a light twitch. He was climbing up, up, up with each slamming thrust given by his husband. Fuck, he felt so good inside of him. Thick. Hard. Full, full, full. He was so full of his husband he could hardly breathe. Hardly function and he loves it. Loves, loves, loves having his husband inside of him so deeply. He huffed through his nose desperately when he felt that coil twisting into his stomach as he dangled.
Toeing the line. Walking that knifes edge. Just a little more, little more, little more. Hips struck at him harder, harder, harder with hits to his prostate getting him to jerk and jolt. Twist and squirm beneath his husband who slammed into him fast, fast, fast. Fuck him, his world shrinking down to a hot little spot where nothing existed outside of this trunk. Outside of this pleasure that was pooling consistently into his stomach like a magma that left him flushed. A few droplets of sweat streaked down the side of his face.
It was unbearably, unbelievably hot in this little space of theirs. He was choking. Drowning. His world was shrinking to a fiery spot that left him gasping through his nose as he slammed his hips against his husband's pelvis. Clenching tight, tight, tight around that throbbing erection that rubbed so fucking good against his inner walls. Clenching so tightly he swore that he could feel those piercings rubbing his inner walls. Where no one existed to him but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi.
He was blinding with his thrusts as the car rocked wildly with their movements when he found himself toppling over. Found his world shrinking down to a hot little spot where nothing existed outside of this trunk. Where no one existed to him but Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. He bit down with a wail bursting out of him when he fell. Tingles rushing up his tensing thighs as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks with his eyes rolling back on him again. His abdomen tensing as his erection throbbed. Pulsed.
And then he was coming, coming, coming. He clenched down tightly around that throbbing erection inside of him desperately as he wailed louder into his husband's shoulder as he tensed up beneath him. Shaking, shaking, shaking when that white-hot heat burst into his stomach. Slamming over him when he choked his wail down to a guttural moan as he clung to his husband with line after line of come spurting out of him. Landing onto his stomach as he tensed up while his husband slammed into him desperately.
He clenched tightly around the blonde who slammed into him once, twice, third, fourth and a fifth time. Pounding into him the best that he could when he slammed into him once more with a choked groan leaving the man. His erection damn near pulsing much like his own as hands stroked him through his orgasm. Shaking, shaking, shaking together. Huffing. Gasping. Burning. Drowning. He was suffocating under that hot heat that was trapped in here with the scent of sweat.
Of sex. It would need to be aired out and cleaned professionally but he didn't care. His erection pulsed with each shot of come leaving him desperately as he whimpered pleadingly with each throbbing wave slamming over him. Choking. Drowning. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. That orgasm twisted into him viciously like a damn coal sizzling through his lower half. It was so good. Too good. It had him huffing through his nose with his hips thrusting weakly into their stroking hands. Riding out his orgasm damn good.
Letting out a shuttering breath, he forced his jaw to relax and his head dropped back with a deafening thud. Panting with that heat twisting under his skin as he continued his weak thrusting up until a final spurt left him. And that white-hot heat rushed out of him leaving him shaking in the absence of heat. His husband remained stiff above him for one, two more moments of that erection pulsing frantically inside of him. Twitching. And then his husband was sighing out with his head falling against his chest.
He let go of his sweater, worked his hand from around his wilting erection when he slid his clean hand over blonde locks. Stroking them comfortingly when his husband began to pull his hips backwards. He whimpered when the blonde slipped out of him with a vulgar squelch then rested. Still in his arms when he swallowed with a shudder at the cool air sneaking in when the blonde lips were pressing to his chest. Crawling up to his throat and then to his jaw blindly when he began to kiss at his husband's face blindly.
The quiet pecks were deafening in the quiet of the trunk as lips moved over faces. Kissing frantically with pecks that had him melting into the floor when his husband nuzzled their noses together before he was shifting and then-
He flinched at the bright white light of the sun outside with a shudder as the biting cold swirled into the trunk. His husband kissed at his cheek again, again, again then he shuffled forward to climb out of the trunk leaving him along. His pants around hsi thighs, his husband worked the condom off of himself then began to tie it off with a grunt. A growl when the slick rubber squelched when he got it tied off. His husband then reached down to pull his pants up to which he shakily did the same. A quickie indeed.
He tugged his pants up to tuck himself away and he winced at the sight of his soaked sweater. It was utterly shot. Ruined with the pre-come and come smeared into the fabric. Hizashi worked his pants up to his hips before working his belt back together with a clink of the buckle. Making quick work with it when he shuffled forward at the zip of his fly as he swung his legs over the trunks edge. He sat upright with his head swaying in the absence of that heat when he shuddered at the cold biting at his hot face.
And then his husband shuffled forward. He tipped his head back to welcome those soft kisses fluttered over his hot face. Kisses he returned eagerly to that beautifully flushed, freckled face of his husband's. Soft pecks when a hand was reaching down for his and he let himself be tugged onto his shaky legs. His prosthetic threatening to slip out but he maintained his posture as he kissed at his husband's face giddily. Throwing his arms around his shoulders with a breathless laugh as he kissed at his freckled cheeks.
At the bridge of his nose where they were darkest. Twisting his fingers into blonde locks, they swayed together with ice and snow crunching beneath their feet. He kissed at Hizashi's face adoringly as those lips attacked his own face. He kissed frantically at his husband's face. A hand slid along his waist to knead at him while the other held that filled condom securely. He nuzzled his nose and lips to his husband's cheek as they swayed on shaking legs together with his husband twisting him close.
His thumb rolling circles just above his hip through the fabric. He could die happy. Knowing that they had simply tried was more than enough to leave him euphoric. To leave him the happiest man ever. To know that his husband tried with him? It was more than enough to leave him happy. To make him happy. He nuzzled at that red cheek when his husband began to giggle when he then pulled away to kiss his cheeks. His jaw. The tip of his nose and the side of it. The bridge. His cheekbones. The arch of his brows.
Using his hold to tip his face down he kissed at his forehead. Anywhere he could kiss he did and it had his husband giggling when the hand on his waist tightened as his husband took a shuddering breath. His breath plumed out in a silver cloud when he nipped at his jaw. Nuzzling up beneath it as they swayed on shaking legs. Clinging to his husband in the euphoria of his orgasm. In the rushing reality of fucking in their trunk hitting him like a wave. They did it. They really, truly tried and did it. God, it had him giddy.
"I du-dunno about you but I mi-might need a bit! Wanna pu-put some music on and cuddle in the ba-back seat for a bit?" His husband was breathless but God if he didn't love that breathless tone that was broken up by a giggle when he then nuzzled his nose to Hizashi's. Rubbing together affectionately with that hand kneading at his waist when he pulled back to find those green eyes glowing at him with that affection. That adoration. "Do-Does that sound go-good to you? Just to-to calm down a bit?"
"I thi-think that sounds lovely! Let's go cuddle a bit, yeah? There's no-nothing stopping us but if it-it starts snowing any ha-harder we gotta go, okay?" He loved the giggle from his husband when he nodded and he kissed the tip of his nose. Stroking silky soft blonde locks adoringly when that hand slid from his waist as his arm wrapped around him instead. Turning, he grabbed his husband's coat before slamming the trunk shut. "Tha-Thank you for at le-least trying this for me, love! I appreciate it more than you know!"
"Any time! Any damn time, baby!" His husband then bent his head down and he happily tipped hsi face up for that soft press of kiss swollen lips to his. A gentle slide of lips against his in the sweetest kiss of the day that had him damn near swaying. Nearly weak in the knees but he happily returned that sweetness. That love and adoration that had been aimed his way. And he happily let himself sway on his feet as he held his husband's coat. He couldn't wait to return the favor to his husband.